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He, my hugs kisses love
My laugh and live
Through morning and eaves
I will never leave
But time flies
Screw the lies
When i look at the skies
It says goodbyes
Why im so lost
Loving the most
But getting frost
He's no longer foremost
Everything turns faded
The blue comes from red
Makes me feeling dead
For love, now is only loved
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Xoxo
Jess
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Poetry"sometimes our feelings are just too loud to be heard, and a poem might just be a perfect reflection of what we really feel."
